It's my sense (as if this takes much sense) that we'd all better be finding out exactly what John McCain stands for and what kind of president he intends to be. I have misgivings, but not as many as I have with Clinton or Obama. It certainly looks today, on January 31, as if he's headed for the Republican nomination...and I'll be watching with interest to see where his VP list is leaning. Please God, not Rudy.
(And be honest. Who would you rather have for First Lady? Cindy McCain or Bill Clinton?)
Haitian doctors say that people who depend on the [mud] biscuits for sustenance risk malnutrition.
Well, I would think so :-(
Haiti's rising food prices drive poor to eat mud
May God have mercy on Haiti.
Tim: MOM, I am SO excited about the reading this week. Thank you SO much for letting us study ancient Greece!
Mom: Sure, Tim, no problem. What's your favorite thing about studying Greece?
Tim: The Greek gods! They're always my favorite gods. Well, you know...my favorite ones that...that aren't really gods.
Ahem. Yeah, thanks for that clarification :-)
You might be forgiven if, like me, you see an alien face in this rock before you see Jesus, but of course what it means is that you're shallow and spiritually insensitive. You can do penance by getting on eBay and bidding up the price so that the eventual winner has plenty to give to charity.
We would see Jesus
sour grapes pl.n. Denial of the desirability of something after one has found out that it cannot be reached or acquired: The losers' scorn for the award is pure sour grapes.
Hillary downplays Obama endorsements
Frank Rich over at the NYT is not high on my list of Respected Journalists. Last time I checked, he wasn't even ON the list. But once in a while it's instructive to pay attention to the observations from the other side of the fence...
The Billary Road to Republican Victory
Labels: Political Observation
Once again, I've enjoyed the spectacle of the latest presidential primaries. Seems it's been years since there was this much suspense. I know that much hangs in the balance, so sometimes I feel guilty for being such a pure junkie for the process itself, but that's the way it is...and I can't wait until Super Tuesday!
Nathan came home this weekend to visit with our friend Matt who graduated from Air Force Basic Training on Friday. We've enjoyed having some time with Nate and hearing about his first two weeks away at college. It's clear he's found the environment that suits him and he's pretty much glowing.
Favorite new product:
This might LOOK like just any other barely-useful kitchen gadget. But trust me, if you make homemade pizza or you buy frozen pizza, this could change your life. Okay, that's a lie. If it changes your life, you still need to GET a life. But really, it's one of the neatest of the non-essential kitchen appliances I've ever seen. And it makes even frozen pizza truly edible! Just go read the reviews on Amazon! And don't buy it at this price...wait until it goes on sale. I think I got it for half of what it's going for today.
Like Lyric, I didn't watch Miss America last night, but my girls did. I can tell I'm getting old when the changes in the show leave me totally empty. From what I hear from CJ, I didn't miss much.
If you are much younger than me you might not get the kick out of this that I did. The possibilities for entertainment on the topic of Ted Kennedy are practically endless...if this piece of satire doesn't ring a bell with you, you might need to Google "Chappaquiddick".
I've spent a portion of the past few days teaching myself the ins and outs of DNS (Domain Name Systems), CNAMEs, A records, MX....and my brain hurts. But I'm also listening to an audio book that discusses the importance of continuing to stretch the brain in new directions and not just stretching it further in the same directions. So I'm doing my part to stave off dementia, although I'm not sure that dementia would be as uncomfortable as trying to learn this stuff without a teacher!
And from this morning's worship service...
Assist me to proclaim
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name
Lyrics by Charles Wesley
Have a wonderful, brain-stretching week :-)
Of course right.
So, here are the rules:
(1) Link to the person that tagged you. (2) Post the rules on your blog. (3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. (4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. (5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
Following rule #3:
1. I'm one of those strange people that squeegee the shower stall every time I use it. No, I'm not that obsessive about all parts of housekeeping. But our shower is glass-enclosed on two large sides and for some reason I can't stand to leave water on it.
2. I have always wanted to go see some of the Mayan ruins. Since we're studying meso-America this week, that desire has intensified.
3. When I was seven I visited Dachau for the first time. That experience made it all but impossible for me to read about or see films of the Holocaust. When I visited again as an adult, it had lost none of its power.
4. My purple walls never fail to delight me every single time I walk in my room. I've never regretted for a minute the decision to abandon eggshell in favor of eggplant.
5. I once promised myself I'd never do a meme on my blog.
6. Now you know why I don't make New Year's resolutions.
Okay...I'm tagging Dee Dee, Tiffany, Kim P., Jen A., Jen B., Jackie, and Annie. GO!
(I'm no good at math either, Lyric.)
Climate change 'significantly worse than feared': Al Gore
I guess if the "other" Peterson, the one on death row for killing his wife and unborn child, gets love letters from women all over the country, I shouldn't be surprised at this, but come on...can you say "death wish"?
CHICAGO - It looks like Chicago-area women won't be able to compete for a date with Drew Peterson after all.
Drew Peterson's lawyer Joel Brodsky said Peterson appeared on WJMK-FM with longtime Chicago radio personality Steve Dahl on Wednesday and agreed to come back Thursday to play "Win a Date with Drew Peterson."
But WJMK-FM general manager Peter Bowen said the station never intended to have such a game. And he said Peterson and his attorney approached the station -- not the other way around.
Peterson's attorney has claimed the contest was the brainchild of longtime Chicago radio host Steve Dahl.
On the air, it seemed Dahl threw the idea out there, and Peterson said to "ask the lawyer."
Bowen said Dahl would never, in his words, "put his listeners in harm's way."
Granted, nothing in the article says there were women ready to "play", but these radio personalities know their audience and I can't believe they'd have considered something that wouldn't have gotten some brisk response.
Radio Station Cancels 'Win Date with Drew'
Fred Thompson's campaign has to come close to a record for the shortest ever. I like him, and though he wasn't my first choice I'm disappointed that he didn't perform better. Not sure what his problem was except a widespread perception that it was an afterthought for him and he didn't have the energy or the passion to see it through. So it's no surprise that the inimitable Scott Ott has his tongue in his cheek this morning:
Fred Drops Out, Will Announce in June on Leno
(The silver lining is that we can scratch Jeri Thompson OFF the list of potential First Ladies. Ugh.)
Back now to the middle of a school week, a slate of details for WHM, new work projects, and a survey of what food is in the house! But for tonight, I've taken a sleeping pill and I'm going to check myself out!
Ah, then you need to read today's post by Susan Wise Bauer. Okay, so she has a to-do list that's much loftier and more demanding than mine. But she has those same little devils whispering over her shoulder, "You know, you really should be able to do better than this..."
The limits of multi-tasking
hat tip: Tami
Some of you have asked where the pictures are of Judah and the rest of the Virginia grandchildren.
The sad story is.....it's a sad story.
When I arrived here on Wednesday, Molly and Liam were down with a stomach virus. In the following 48 hours, Dave, Kristen, Warren, Henry, Carrie, Annie, Erin and I had all succumbed to the same thing. At first, the virus appeared to be short-lived, but nearly all of us, after thinking we were better, have had a relapse.
Needless to say, it hasn't been the visit I envisioned. But then that's kind of like life, huh? It's not always what you hope, but it's life. And we've enjoyed being together even though the activities have been mainly of the cleaning and laundry variety, if you know what I mean.
The little ones are, nevertheless, precious. We haven't felt like documenting the week in pictures other than the one of Molly on Kristen's blog with her snow
So, here I am, sipping on a soft drink and eating some Cheez-its, hoping that one relapse is all I have to endure.
And then there's politics. It's crazy, isn't it? Actually, though I might not like how things are looking, I think it's kind of invigorating that we still don't know much on either side of the fence. I hate it when it's all decided a year ahead of time and the rest of the political process is just a show. Those of who enjoy the process like there to be SOME drama and suspense!
Regardless of how I was feeling, it was so nice to see some snow this week. No matter how many winters I pass in south Texas, I will always miss white-outs and five foot drifts and the site of the kids shoveling the walks. And yes, I will always miss Virginia in general.
On the trip out here I finished the Stephen Colbert book. Yeah, don't listen with kids around. There's some of it that, to my taste, is unnecessarily crude. But there's no question about it, the guy is a hilarious observer of human nature and of things American.
The Papa is home from Hawaii, two days ahead of me. By Thursday night the kids will be crowding around to find out what kind of T-shirts he brought them! Always, T-shirts :-)
Nathan, CJ, and Beth all seemed to have good starts to their college semesters this week. Nate even texted that he spent Saturday on the golf course with new friends. Must mean there was no homework, right?
If you didn't see the Civil War video from yesterday's post, go watch!
Well, that's about all I can manage today. Hopefully another 24 hours and I'll be feeling more, well, robust!
And if you ever run across similar videos of the other wars, especially WW's I and II, send them my way!
hat tip: Annie
hat tip: Jack B.
Labels: Theater of the Absurd
Residents insist Greenland's freezing temperatures don't mean global warming has been called off
While the rest of Europe is debating the prospects of global warming during an unseasonably mild winter, a brutal cold snap is raging across the semi-autonomous nation of Greenland.
On Disko Bay in western Greenland, where a number of prominent world leaders have visited in recent years to get a first-hand impression of climate change, temperatures have dropped so drastically that the water has frozen over for the first time in a decade.
'The ice is up to 50cm thick,' said Henrik Matthiesen, an employee at Denmark's Meteorological Institute who has also sailed the Greenlandic coastline for the Royal Arctic Line. 'We've had loads of northerly winds since Christmas which has made the area miserably
Of COURSE the residents don't want to "call off" global warming. The pilgrimages being made to Greenland to "document" climate catastrophe are bringing hordes of revenue to that area...if we stop believing in it, they're going to be the poorer. This is one they're going to milk for all it's worth...
Experiments to create Britain’s first embryos that merge human and animal material will begin within months after a Government watchdog today approved two research teams to carry out the controversial work.First animal-human embryo trials to go ahead
Scientists at King’s College London and the University of Newcastle-upon-Tyne will now inject human DNA into empty eggs from cows, to create embryos known as cytoplasmic hybrids that are 99.9 per cent human in genetic terms.
A fascinating find:
A stone seal bearing the name of one of the families who acted as servants in the First Temple and then returned to Jerusalem after being exiled to Babylonia has been uncovered in an archeological excavation in Jerusalem's City of David, a prominent Israeli archeologist said Wednesday.
It's exciting to know that there are still artifacts from this time period waiting to be discovered!
"The seal of the Temech family gives us a direct connection between archeology and the biblical sources and serves as actual evidence of a family mentioned in the Bible," she said. "One cannot help being astonished by the credibility of the biblical source as seen by the archaeological find."
Those of us who actually believe what the Bible says won't necessarily be astonished, but it is nevertheless a gift to hold in our hands evidences of the very people of whom Scripture speaks!
First Temple seal found in Jerusalem
The former president trumpeted New York Sen. Hillary Clinton's accomplishments while painting Obama as the "establishment" candidate who would bring only the "feeling of change."
Well, my informal goal was to be through with everything that had to be accomplished today by the time the Michigan polls closed so I could just sit and watch results tonight. (I know. I'm really strange.)
Not gonna happen. I'm hopelessly behind, and I'll be doing well to just keep an ear on the TV while I do the last of the tasks that must be done before I leave town in the morning. My alarm will be going off shortly after my head hits the pillow, I'm sure.
But at least there'll be a winner in Michigan :-)
Labels: Political Observation
NOTE TO SELF: Do NOT listen to this book in the van without a (preferably hard-of-hearing) designated driver. Not safe.
Nope. Not safe at all.
Here is a fun site with some cool video clips showing great time-saving tips. I've already tried a few of these and wondered why I hadn't thought of them yet!
(If you try the one about chilling soda cans, it works amazingly well--just make sure you rinse the can off before drinking!!)
hat tip: Penny
It can't be Sunday already. Where did the week go?
Just as I was suspecting by last Sunday night, baby Genevieve arrived pretty much as soon as I was safely out of town. I am so sorry to have missed her birth (and the associated drama!) but I am so happy to have seen and held her this week and welcomed her to our circle!
My two days and nights away, though somewhat of a whirlwind, were wonderful. It was a combination of business and spending a bit of time with my mother, who seems to be doing very well at present. I love getting to see her and I love her guest room :-)
On Wednesday I leave again, this time for the East coast to visit Annie's and Kristen's families. I'll be gone for six days, long enough to meet baby Judah and love on the other six. It's so convenient that both families live in the same townhouse building so that I don't waste time going back and forth between them!
Isn't it amazing how smells are connected to memories? I made a dish this week that I haven't made in a long time, and my kids about went wild with nostalgia. I didn't realize that this was one of the things lodged in their memory banks from the 90's and before...but the minute the cooking scents were out in the kitchen and the family room I could hardly keep them out of the pot. They all commented about how it reminded them of their childhood (and they're so old, right?) and we all ate until we were groaning. Makes me wonder what other secret olfactory memories they have...
I will not get hooked. I will not get hooked. I will
This semester Aubrey and I are sharing the load in homeschooling in some different ways. I'm going to tutor Jonathan in math and writing on Fridays, and she is going to take Tim with her boys to a P.E. class in Boerne on Friday afternoons. We'll keep Sam here during that time so that he won't be exposed to the dusty field where the kids meet. It's very nice to have our own (very small) co-op where we can take it a semester at a time and decide what works for us that might not have worked last semester. Or that we might not have thought of until now!
Okay, so we're home from taking Nathan to college. The interesting thing is that we brought him back home with us!
First, I have to tell you that I think it borders on immoral how much "dorm" life has changed. Oh, I don't mean the good ol' days were all that good...just that if I had to suffer, I think my college freshmen should, too. When we pulled up and saw this:
I was sure we were mistakenly in married student housing! I kept looking around to find where the REAL dorms were. We did see some as we entered the campus. You know, the ones that are one step above a slum? But evidently, they've mistakenly assigned him to quarters meant for the associate professors or something...because no undergraduate should have a life this easy! It's just wrong!
Still believing there was some error, we unlocked the door and went in.
Nathan is in a unit that is basically a four-bedroom apartment. Each guy has his own room,
and he will share one very large bathroom with one other guy.
There's a common living area
and a small kitchen.
There's also a nice "clubhouse" for the 26 units to share, and it has a very large kitchen in case they want to cook something fancy (for the nice girls, no doubt) or cook on a large scale.
So we got him all unpacked and made his bed and thought we'd be saying goodbye when he discovered that he'd brought the wrong suitcase! The large one that he packed with essentials was left behind, and the one he brought was nested with other suitcases. So since he doesn't have any mandatory activities until orientation, he came back home with us to collect the right suitcase and some other things we discovered he might be able to use once we saw his
We're praying for you, son. Your dad wants you to win the class :-)
Book update: I know it will be hard for some of you to believe this, but trust me. If you love Mitford, if you love Jan Karon, you have got to read Home to Holly Springs. I think it's BY FAR the very best of the Mitford novels, even though this one is supposed to be a different series altogether. (Shhh....don't worry, it's really still Mitford. I think that J. K. just couldn't stop even when she said she would, so she's continued the same series under another name.) Anyway, there are profound themes of forgiveness of others and of yourself, poignant explorations of relationships with parents, and a sensitive look at race relations in the mid-20th century...and all woven together with Karon's characteristic gentle humor and insight into human nature. And once again, her clear understanding of the gospel and its healing power are unapologetically present. Please, even if you haven't read the others, don't miss this one.
A great big ALOHA and hug to our MCC Ohana at Mililani today. The Papa got to visit there this morning and could hardly pull himself away from the warm welcome and our beloved friends there...we miss you!
A belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my Great-Aunt Dorothy, 88 on Sunday. She is the last surviving sibling of my maternal grandmother, and on her birthday she sang a solo in church! She has never stopped singing, never slowed down a minute in her life and I fully expect her to outlive me!
Snip, snip, that's all folks. On to get ready for the next school week.
It wasn't just a group of errands. It was part of a whole new experience for me.
Yes, we've sent kids off to college before, twice to schools across the Atlantic Ocean from us while we were living in Germany.
But...they were girls. And I always thought that the boys would be, well, easier.
I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong.
To go into the reasons that it's such a different feel this time would be too hard tonight so I won't try. I'm still hoping to sleep a few hours before this very emotional adventure and I can't afford to turn the tears back on. Suffice it to say that we would appreciate your prayers as we launch Nathan into the next season of his life and we adjust to family life without his daily presence.
God has big plans for this wonderful young man and no matter how hard it is to let him go, we look forward to watching the plans unfold...
Update tomorrow on the Snippets.
I didn't get to watch every bit of the debate last night, but I certainly like this wrap:
Barnett: A Big Night for Huckabee
Labels: Political Observation
Thirty-four years ago today, you and God made me a mother.
Yes, I was still a teenager. And no, I never got to bring you home, never got to "mother" you in the traditional sense.
But I was no less a mother, my life changed forever by the first look at you.
You arrived three months before we expected you. The details of your early delivery and the poor medical decisions that were responsible for it have now faded into the mists of time and are no longer important. What never fades is my awareness that you were the one who brought to me, in your short life, a role that I would never again lay down.
In the delivery room, you took one unassisted breath before your lungs collapsed. From that moment, in the deathly quiet that shouldn't have been, I waited for the sound of your cry. I never heard it. Your next twenty days, the whole span of your life, were spent in a silent fight for every breath. Dad and I fought with you, and while we felt that we lost, we know that, ultimately, you won. Your days of pain were short and you have already lived for most of my life in the presence of the Father.
When I kissed you goodnight on the night of January 29, 1974, the doctors had just told us, for the very first time, that they believed you were going to pull through. They assigned a social worker to help us get ready to care for you at home within a few weeks. They talked about the remarkable progress you had made and how the things they were learning with you would help them save other preemies. We drove home that night stunned with joy. We spent the next two hours looking through all the baby clothes we had feared you'd never wear; we set up the crib and imagined how you would look under the blanket I had made. And then we fell into bed in an exhausted ecstasy, believing that our long battle might be coming to an end.
The phone pierced the pre-dawn darkness and woke your grandfather first. Within a few moments he had roused us and handed us to the sad voice of your special doctor. It seems that soon after we left the hospital you started showing signs of a virus, probably the simple cold that all babies get sooner or later...but not all babies fight for every breath for three weeks and you had no bank of resources with which to take on a new war. For three hours the NICU staff labored to keep you breathing, to keep you from choking on milk that wouldn't stay down, to restart your heart five times.
And then, you rested. Instantly in the arms of the One who had so recently given you life, you surrendered this life and traded it for the one that someday we'll share.
There are no words to describe our heartbreak. I had nothing to prepare me for the sharp pain of losing my first child...nothing to prepare me for the dull ache that replaced it and lingered for longer than I could have imagined...nothing to prepare me for the task of choosing a casket for a newborn. It felt to me like my life had ended at 19.
I don't need to tell you about the faithfulness of our Father: you had a complete understanding of His care many years before I will know it in the same way. But He was faithful. His tender care for Dad and me through the valley of the reality, not just the shadow, of death shaped our young lives. His grace prepared us for a life of caring for not just our future family, but for other people broken by their own losses and hurts. I don't believe there was any other way to get us ready for the road ahead than walking us through that fire.
Each year on your birthday I look at the nine children that followed you and I wonder if you can see them. If you can, I know you're proud of your six beautiful sisters, compassionate and funny and bright and capable. You would love your three brothers, growing into manhood with strong convictions and the gentleness and winsomeness of their father. You would have reveled in the hordes of nieces and nephews that now populate our home. You'd have loved our Thursday night dinners with all their banter and laughter. You'd have loved watching Sam dance to the the Bee Gees' "Tragedy" and seeing Tim sword fighting imaginary foes for hours on end. You'd have been proud to stand beside your sisters as they married men you had helped "vet". You'd have marveled at Josh's ninety pushups and Shelley's piano recitals. And they'd all have looked up to you in all the unique "you-ness" that God gave you.
Someday, when we've all lived together in our heavenly home for ten thousand years, these few years of separation will seem insignificant. While we live them, though, we sometimes chafe at your absence and sense deeply the hole that will always exist in our midst. But unlike those who grieve with no hope, we look ahead with joy to the day when our family and all those who have gone before us are reunited and can see with new perspective all the reasons for your short life.
Happy birthday, Jonathan. Thank you for being my first taste of motherhood and my most tangible hope for the family reunion. I love you still.
DURHAM, N.C. -- A Durham man accused of drunkenly driving into a yard was found after police followed a smelly trail of dog feces footprints.
Police said 18-year-old Josue Herrios-Coronilla drove his black Camaro on the wrong side of the road Wednesday and crashed into the yard of Bill McDonald, the owner of four dogs.
When police arrived, they found crushed bushes, a damaged fence, an inoperable car - and a fresh shoe print in a pile of dog feces.
Following an odoriferous trail down the street, Durham police Sgt. Dale Gunter noticed a white van driving toward him. When he asked the passenger to step out, he noticed alcohol on the man's breath and evidence all over his shoes.
I've tried to stay distracted today from the political coverage, since I have had more than I can take of Hillary's smiles and tears. But my cousin Pam called my attention to this article this morning, and it begins by drawing a parallel between the errant NH polls and one of my favorite scientific theories:
I’d like to suggest a public opinion equivalent of the “Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle” – the idea in physics that suggests that the very act of observing certain phenomena can alter those phenomena.
Okay, it’s stretching it a bit to compare Hillary and McCain to sub-atomic particles, but still, I believe that the polling results announced all day Tuesday and most of the day Monday helped to make those polls inaccurate.
Michael Medved goes on to offer his explanation:
I think pollsters and experts were right that most of the independents in New Hampshire (45% of all voters) liked two candidates: Obama and McCain. In the forty-eight hours before the polls closed, they got a consistent message about their two favorites: Obama had his victory in the bag, but McCain was potentially in trouble. Therefore, sophisticated independent voters (who could choose to participate in either the Republican or Democratic contest) reasoned that McCain needed their help but Obama didn’t. Therefore, those who wanted, above all, to make a difference, switched at the last moment to the GOP side, abandoning their previous intention to vote Democratic. That’s why the split of independent voters between those who went with the GOP and those who went with the Democrats wasn’t nearly as one-sidedly Democratic as expected.
Okay, certainly more than plausible. But it's one of hundreds of theories floating around today in a feverish sea of speculation. Here's another reaction to the polling mystery that made it to my desk this morning:
New Hampshire's Polling Fiasco
January 09, 2008 12:05 AM
There will be a serious, critical look at the final pre-election polls in the Democratic presidential primary in New Hampshire; that is essential. It is simply unprecedented for so many polls to have been so wrong. We need to know why.
Excuse me, but does this make anyone else laugh out loud? Can't you just hear the tone inherent in that last statement, ringing with adolescent self-importance? WHY do we need to know why? Why are the polls so important that we must be able to predict in advance how many tenths of a point will separate the top candidates? But on it will go, the pollsters and the pundits dressing each other in empirical emperor's clothing and half the country paying homage to the naked result.
In my book, if we can ever prove that some political Heisenberg Uncertainty principle is at work in our elections, we should move to ban pre-election polling and send the pollsters to the land of other sub-atomic particles...There. I feel better already.
hat tip: Pam
Notice to Cracker Barrel and other establishments that I frequent, especially "on the road": I would choose you over the place across the road every time if you gave me a choice like this. Oh, we're going to hear all kinds of things about losing the personal touch...but I heard it about bank tellers, too, and I haven't used one in twenty years. I'll still smile and say a nice word to (and yes, tip) the waitress who refills my coffee or brings my dessert, but let me reduce the chances for error and long waits by using 21st century technology. Please, don't wait until I'm too old to enjoy it.
Think about it...many chains have been using this kind of technology for a long time, having the wait staff transmit the order to the kitchen electronically. Why not the customer? How many of us are at least as capable as the person who takes our order?
By the way, I tried to find a photo for this post, and are you surprised that the only ones I could find were in Japanese restaurants?
I'm home again, unpacking and settling in after a two-day trip to the north (Texas) country. I'm going to crawl in bed early and listen to all the punditry...
Labels: Political Observation
Yikes, my Sunday snippets will soon belong to Monday! I'm writing from a hotel room in Richardson, Texas where I'm attending meetings tomorrow, but happily I have a nice connection from here.
And of COURSE Candace would go into labor while I'm gone! That baby is gonna be on my bad list!
Okay, so the political races are getting interesting, huh? I'm SUCH a junkie I could hardly wait to get out of my car today to find out what the latest polls are saying. It's going to be a fascinating year...
During my five hours in the car today, I listened to nearly half of Suite Francaise. If you're a WWII buff, you'll love this one. More when I finish it.
Prayers going up today for dear friends...Charles leaves for a four-month deployment in the desert on Tuesday and Stacey and family will be surrounded here by the most caring group of people I've ever known. But still it won't be easy, and so if God brings them to mind, pray for safety for him and peace for all of them. We love you guys!
Some of you folks who brought all that great Mexican food to church today need to pony up with some recipes! Wow!
Okay, I've got to get to bed so I can greet an early alarm. Have a great week!
It's also no secret that I adore Mark Steyn. He is not on my side this time, but I enjoy reading and need to read analyses like his to make sure I don't get locked in an ideological corner, refusing to see light from anywhere else. Though I don't agree with Steyn's conclusions in this article, I think he has some valuable observations and also points up some of the same misgivings I have about Huckabee. Regardless of not being able to agree with him on every point, though, MH is the only person in the race that I trust. And trust goes a long way.
It's the secular Left vs. the Christian Left
Labels: Political Observation
Thank you, Johanna!
I still marvel at the feeling of having only three students this year. And as I located assignments for my 6th, 8th, and 10th graders, it hit me again that I don't have that many years left. It's a bittersweet thought. I'm sure that when it's "over" I will have lots of nostalgic angst and perhaps even some regrets for all that didn't get done. But I will also enjoy looking back on what, God willing, will be 29 straight years of homeschooling and close the chapter with joy and gratitude.
As my career as a homeschooling mom winds down, I'm enjoying other pursuits that I haven't had or taken time for in years. I'm reading more, I'm working some, I'm blogging (!) nearly every day, I'm teaching myself new stuff via internet tutorials, and I'm traveling more. I'm hoping to add some sewing and/or knitting this year and maybe I'll find something I've never done before. Not painting. I've promised myself most of my life that I wouldn't greet midlife by taking up oil painting. Nope, not me. It won't be me with the smock and the canvas and palette out on a hillside. I'll paint with my pen, thanks :-)
Anyway, I still enjoy the process of planning the academics and learning with the kids. When I hear people say they're tired of it after five years, I don't understand. Oh, I definitely had times at the five-year mark when I was tired and wished I could have some time off, but not because I was tired of the life or the choices we made. It's draining, yes...and that's why I thank God that I have a husband who has always, from the very beginning, done all he could do to give me breathers and vacations and help and understanding. Without those things I'd never have lasted 23 years.
And now, I'm going to get into my jammies early and slide off to Holly Springs...
The Two Earthquakes
Stock up on fur coats.
A cold spell soon to replace global warming
Okay, so the news comes from Russia. But hey, any excuse for a fur coat, yes? And besides, his credentials sound impressive enough to me:
Dr. Oleg Sorokhtin, Merited Scientist of Russia and fellow of the Russian Academy of Natural Sciences, is staff researcher of the Oceanology Institute.
I want to do my part for global cooling, don't you?
This might be the only contest that Huckabee wins, but it's sure sweet while it lasts!
Ah...man's knowledge, always trying to catch up with God's....
Happiness may be good for your health
NEW YORK (Reuters Health) - A happy heart just might be a healthier one as well, new research suggests.
In a study of nearly 3,000 healthy British adults, lead by Dr. Andrew Steptoe of University College London, found that those who reported upbeat moods had lower levels of cortisol -- a "stress" hormone that, when chronically elevated, may contribute to high blood pressure, abdominal obesity and dampened immune function, among other problems.
In the study, published in the American Journal of Epidemiology, women who reported more positive emotions had lower blood levels of two proteins that indicate widespread inflammation in the body. Chronic inflammation is believed to contribute to a range of ills over time, including heart disease and cancer.
Researchers have long noted that happier people tend to be in better health than those who are persistently stressed, hostile or pessimistic. But the reasons are still being studied.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
(Proverbs 17:22, KJV, emphasis mine)
Isn't it interesting to watch 21st century man discover principles that God set in motion in the Garden...
At Granny's House, we've long known that laughter is one of the elements that has "glued" our family together, and we do a lot of it. Turns out it may be keeping us healthy as well. If you're interested in more:
Laughter "boosts" blood vessels
Links found between happiness and health
Laughter is the best medicine for your heart
The Stress Management and Health Benefits of Laughter
(This is the blog of my daughter #2, mother of five and expert baker!)
There are entirely too many bowl games named after snack foods, hotels, and auto parts stores. I mean, come on, the Meineke Car Care Bowl? What happened to oranges, roses, and sugar? And what does AT&T (disclaimer: The Papa is employed by said corporation) have to do with cotton?
2008 is a leap year. One more reason not to start off with a long list of resolutions: a longer year to have to keep them.
Iowa has two more days of prominence on the national stage before it recedes into oblivion for at least three more years. Is anyone else glad?
Did you watch the Rose Parade? Aubrey and family were there, in the good seats. Some watchers probably got more than they bargained for:
Two groups were protesting at the parade. Dozens of anti-war protesters led by "Peace Mom" Cindy Sheehan staked out spots across from television cameras, hoisting signs reading "Impeachment is Patriotic." The protesters were booed by parade watchers sitting in the grandstand.Good thing we live in a free country.
On this first day of January, the foundation of the coming year, I am reminded of the firm foundation we have in Jesus Christ and His word, and am therefore reflecting on the lyrics to one my favorite hymns...
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
In every condition, in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.
Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.
When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
Even down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.
The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,~~From A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors, by John Rippon, 1787
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.
May your life as well as your year be planted firmly on the only foundation that holds.